Chapter One: Owl Post
Here's that delightful Potter spoof I mentioned, which James Davies and I have managed to record. We tapped a decent cast as well, including Sir Laurence Olivier as Winky, the manic-depressive house elf.
The Davies played Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, that enigmatic Tea Lady, and Professor McGonagall, as well as any number of bitchy, effeminate characters yet to surface. I, on the other hand, choked all possible fun out of Rubeus Hagrid (well, Mr. Atkinson), Ron Weasley (expertly personified by a sock puppet), Albus Dumbledore, and... well, I wouldn't want to spoil it, would I?
Introduction
We hear the wind whistling between the boards of a tumbledown gardener's shed. The faintest notes of Mozart's "The Marriage of Figaro" rise elegantly above the stormtorn myopia.
Stephen Fry: Oh, hello, there. I didn’t hear you come in! Good evening, and welcome to the humble abode of Sir Stephen Fry – the most darling little gingerbread chalet, nestled in the heart of the snow-dusted Swiss Alps! Yes – Sir Stephen Fry, reclining in a nineteenth-century armchair, using my brother and long-term partner as a cushy footstool, and with glass of port in hand, mind you! And tonight, I shall read to you lesser mortals the delightful escapades of everybody’s favourite, acne-ravaged teenage wizard. From the wonderful world of G.K. Chesterton, the bewitching magic-ry of… Harry Potter!
The Star Wars theme tune abruptly starts and fades to nothing.
Utter arse gravy!
Stay tuned for the next bewitching (ooh, clever) scene, in which various well-respected dramatic conventions are set up only to be knocked flat on their pompous faces. Ho, ho, ho!
On that note, I'll drop you a link to the right honourable Stephen Fry's take on the Dracula legend. Drawing room hilarity may or may not ensue:
http://www.electronincantation.net.nz/4_Favourites/pages/4-s-01-The-Letter.html
The Davies played Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, that enigmatic Tea Lady, and Professor McGonagall, as well as any number of bitchy, effeminate characters yet to surface. I, on the other hand, choked all possible fun out of Rubeus Hagrid (well, Mr. Atkinson), Ron Weasley (expertly personified by a sock puppet), Albus Dumbledore, and... well, I wouldn't want to spoil it, would I?
Introduction
We hear the wind whistling between the boards of a tumbledown gardener's shed. The faintest notes of Mozart's "The Marriage of Figaro" rise elegantly above the stormtorn myopia.
Stephen Fry: Oh, hello, there. I didn’t hear you come in! Good evening, and welcome to the humble abode of Sir Stephen Fry – the most darling little gingerbread chalet, nestled in the heart of the snow-dusted Swiss Alps! Yes – Sir Stephen Fry, reclining in a nineteenth-century armchair, using my brother and long-term partner as a cushy footstool, and with glass of port in hand, mind you! And tonight, I shall read to you lesser mortals the delightful escapades of everybody’s favourite, acne-ravaged teenage wizard. From the wonderful world of G.K. Chesterton, the bewitching magic-ry of… Harry Potter!
The Star Wars theme tune abruptly starts and fades to nothing.
Utter arse gravy!
Stay tuned for the next bewitching (ooh, clever) scene, in which various well-respected dramatic conventions are set up only to be knocked flat on their pompous faces. Ho, ho, ho!
On that note, I'll drop you a link to the right honourable Stephen Fry's take on the Dracula legend. Drawing room hilarity may or may not ensue:
http://www.electronincantation.net.nz/4_Favourites/pages/4-s-01-The-Letter.html
posted by James C. Swanton at 11:20 PM
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Who is that James Davies? Sounds like a great guy!
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